Sakurano, who walked back to the dormitory with Izune in the gentle evening breeze, didn't expect that at this time, there were still people paying close attention to her...... Or the actions of her previous opponent, so that she had the privilege of watching everything that had just happened on the court in its entirety. There is also a slender figure in the underground training ground in the middle of the night who continues to train for a long time, he sits on the sidelines and glances at the people in the field from time to time, and then focuses on the computer screen in front of him, and the two screens are respectively with Sakura and No. 1 as the tracking target, and the whole process of transcribing the dynamics of the two in the training ground.

And finally, at that moment, the picture of the two became a shot, and he straightened his expression, and there was an obscure light flashing in the sharp eyes where he took off his glasses. Except for the whispers of the two as they approached, which could not be captured by the surveillance, the rest of the sequence of images was clear enough for him to see their expressions in the bright incandescent light. I don't know if there was an agreement, but the two people who put on a duel posture did not use the ball momentum. Unconsciously, he rubbed his fingers to his lips and watched the dazzling use of his skills in the picture.

His gaze moved from Sakurano, who he couldn't say but always felt a little strange, to the figure on the opposite side who moved extremely accurately and hit the key point every time he returned the ball, he looked at it for a long time, and was suddenly startled, and his body that was lazily leaning back in the chair also sat up straight and leaned forward. "How so," he muttered as his gaze fixed on Number One, a little distracted. He's too...""The same...""How is it possible. The vague words were blocked by him and chewed on them carefully, and after a while, he suddenly relaxed his tense body, and an imperceptible sigh escaped between his lips and teeth. It's getting more and more complicated. ”

The scene freezes on the moment when No. 1 leaves, he closes his computer and turns his attention back to the figure who is still training in the field. The night is still long, and the road is still long.

Back in the room, after taking a shower, Sakurano rubbed her undried hair and walked out of the bathroom, thought about it, turned on the computer and logged in to the website that she hadn't been in contact with for a long time, and simply tapped the keyboard a few times, and saw the blood-red font on the screen, and couldn't help but be stunned. "This begins, ah." She frowned slightly, skimmed the blood-red upper part of the list she browsed, and saw a few familiar names or code names in the list below, before she slightly relaxed her brows and pulled the mouse back to the extremely conspicuous half of the list above. After looking up and down a few times, there were few names she recognized...... Sure enough, she disappeared for too long......

"Charlot......" She looked for it, but she didn't see the name or code name of No. 1 who had a ball relationship with her tonight called "Charlotte" on the list. It shouldn't be...... If he was a 'ghost skeleton', he wouldn't have missed it......

At the same time, No. 1, who she was looking for, was sitting in front of the computer, staring at the person on the screen seriously...... gestures. "Why are you here?" Number 1 understood the gesture of the man in the picture, tilted his head, and his clear eyes were clear. "Mu Qian asked me to come." "I owe Lilia a request, and he asked Lilia for it."

"Why are you here?" Number 1 blinked, did not answer, but first held out a finger to the person on the screen, and only spoke after receiving an affirmative bow. "He wanted me to guide the girl." After a pause, Number 1 reflected on the experience of the night before shaking his head and looking back at the screen. "Actually, I don't think she's exactly like me. It's not as much fun as it was that day. Guiding her would be a less interesting thing to do. "The clean eyes in his eyes are open, and his voice is as clear as a mountain spring." I have some regrets. ”

"Battle Leader? I know. But it's not time, it's too early. No. 1 watched the gestures of the man in the picture change again, but he was also patient and his body was upright. None of the people on it are particularly interesting yet, so I can wait. "Exit 'Ghost Skeleton'? No... None of the things they promised me have been done, and I can't quit now. Their succession battles will also be interesting, and I'll be better able to participate in them in Ghost Skeletons. ”

He said it very sincerely, but his expressionless expression did not block the burning and clear light in his eyes. "You owe me... One, two, three... Wait, don't shut it down! Before he could finish counting the one, two, three, four, five, six, seven that the man owed him, the person on the other side of the screen had already turned off the video with great skill.

The wind outside the window blew in, and No. 1 sat upright in front of the computer, his clear eyes finally covered with a layer of hazy mist. "Why, every time..."

A ** rain washes the crossing, and the afternoon after the rain is a little tidal, a little lazy. Under the corridor, the fragrance of two teas curls, the rising heat melts into the slightly damp air, and after a hazy voice, I hear the peaceful tone whispering in a slightly low voice.

"The reason why 'Ghost Skeletons' have dominated the underground for so long is that in addition to their extreme style and pursuit of extreme power, the most important thing is that they hold the key to the underground tennis money network - the strongest players and authoritative information."

"Their voices are the truth creed of the underground tennis world, whether it is a money trader or a player with various goals, they need their certification and referral, or the platform they give."

"Their congregation around the world works together to provide accurate and up-to-date information on the several rankings they control, including extremely detailed player profiles. The two most important individual rankings are the standings and the battle standings. ”

"The standings are based on the results of all players who have participated in underground black tournaments and above-ground heavyweight tournaments, and the fixed number of points compiled by major tournaments is also evaluated by 'ghost skeletons', not only in the professional tennis world, but also in most of the up-and-coming players from all over the world." "There is no limit to the time period spanned by the standings, but if a player's information disappears or he retires from tennis for more than five years, the player's points will automatically reset to zero, and the ranking will become anonymous, not completely disappearing, but it is close to transparency."

"The battle list is a list of celebrities for challenges, ranking among the top 100, and they are basically all strong players. The lower player in the 100 or the lower position in the 100 will challenge the high position, and the winner will be replaced, and can challenge continuously, if the loser is within the 100, he will be reduced by one place, and if he is not in the list, he will not be able to challenge again in January. Those who have been given a battle post cannot refuse. "Just like the standings, if a player in the standings has been silent for more than five years, they will simply fall out of the standings by default."

"The standings and standings are a testament to the strength of the players, and they can be used as a reference for major teams to recruit players, as well as a channel for players to pursue victory. Some of the rankings on both lists change extremely frequently, with people being picked off at every turn, and others being chased after them. ”

"These two lists are just two of the most iconic in Ghost Skeleton's powerful database, and everything else has its own special features, such as team rankings, rankings of black tournament results, rankings of players of the same type, and so on." "These lists are really valuable data information, but there are more and more hidden information that belongs to the category of 'ghost skeletons' that are not published, and they are also a powerful weapon for them to restrain the underground."

After talking for a long time, the person who opened his mouth was really a little dry, took a sip of tea, and saw the person sitting crookedly on the ground next to him turn over the magazine in his hand with a "bang". "Did you listen to me?" "After listening to it, I heard you say so much, the compilation of these lists took so much effort from them, but it's really a good thing, and it's good to be able to grab it and use it."

Listening to the man's words without raising his eyebrows, his hand holding the teacup trembled, and finally resisted the urge to splash the man's face with tea. "You and I both know that our goal was never to destroy the entire underground balance, but to make a break with the 'ghost skeletons' who controlled this violent machine."

He shook his head, a little solemn in his tone. "Their style has become more and more bloody over the years, and everything on the stage is appalling. Coupled with the approaching black season and the battle of succession change, the bloody rain is the scenery ahead. ”

"Don't mention the standings, let's talk about the battle rankings, the speed of replacement in recent years is staggering, and the people of the 'ghost skeleton' a while ago washed the top dozens of the battle list in blood for the limited number of places in the organization, whether it is their own people in the organization or anyone else, they don't look at it and kill indiscriminately." "Fortunately, according to the gentleman's instructions, I told them to avoid the edge before that, but I didn't catch up with those crazy people."

He sighed as he watched the man spread the magazine on his face, his voice muffled to make him unable to hear emotion. "I've heard stories about how to raise poisons, and when they put a mess of poisonous insects together, kill each other, and the last thing is the most poisonous poison. It's exactly the same thing this guy does. ”

The man pulled up the magazine slightly, opened his mouth, poured a cup of tea, and muttered muttering something in his mouth. "It hasn't changed at all, it's still every few years, and the dolls in the organization have to be pulled out and besieged by the people they have carefully cultivated, and it is called the baptism of succession, which is really perverted and thoughtful...... Ho! What the hell you are! It's terrible to drink! "Illiterate boy! My good tea for you to drink is a tyrannical thing! "Cut...... Come on, it's my mouth to drink your, okay......"

The two of them gaged and waved louder and louder, and they didn't give in to each other, and they were both full of angry voices, but they dispersed the bloody and solemn atmosphere in the conversation a lot.

After arguing for a while, the two fell silent again. He looked at the early sunny sky reflected in the puddles in the courtyard under the porch, and was disturbed by the water droplets that slipped on the eaves, startling the ripples in circles. "After all, it's time." He didn't turn his head, he just looked at the chaotic water in the sky, as if he was asking the man, and as if he was asking himself. "Are you ready?" "Still, are you impressed......

The man sneered, but did not answer immediately, and could not see the face covered by the magazine, only the gesture...... It's still the same as when I was a teenager, and I am not afraid of the world. "If you live, you can fight." For a long time, the breeze passing through the corridor blew the magazines covering his face, and made a "whooshing" sound. Along with him, his voice rang out. Just like when I was a teenager, I was useless and fearless.

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